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butch teddy bears 🧸

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This is 100% how I could pick my wife out of a crowd with my eyes closed

that noise that my carabiner makes when i walk is actually a mating call

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Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

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femme as in, “what can i bring to the party?”

femme as in, “yes i’ll hold your baby so you can shower.”

femme as in, “let me host this time!”

femme as in, “of course i’ll help you clean your room.”

femme as in, “it’s cold, do you want to borrow a sweater?”

femme as in, “i can give you a ride to your doctor’s appointment.”

femme as in, “i brought you a snack from the place you like!”

femme as in, “how’s your family?”

femme as in, “yeah, i have time to talk!”

femme as in, “i heard you were sick, i’m bringing medicine and soup.”

femme as in, “it’s no problem, i love to help!”

femme as in, “i love you, please let me take care of you.”

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Loving the same woman so long that I watch the spreading silver every time she buzzes her hair. Loving her so long that I see her smile lines deepen and know I put them there.

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i need people to understand the difference between fem and femme. i am not just “feminine” or “masculine,” i am a femme. i am traditionally feminine in a way that exists outside of everything it means to be traditionally feminine— outside of men, outside of the patriarchy, outside of heterosexual concepts of gender entirely. my gender identity is femme, my lifestyle is femme, my very being is femme. i revolve around butches and other femmes and other lesbians in general and it is so much more than just femininity.

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I’m afraid that when I say “my butch,” people, especially straight people, are hearing “my daddy.” That’s fine for many. But when I say “my butch”, what I mean is:

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You know what, despite the horrors, at least there's still butches.

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How do I get to the weird parts of tumblr dot com?

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New to tumblr, thought I’d share something I posted on Reddit.

In praise and gratitude for Jim/Vico Ortiz

I am a lesbian who identifies as femme. I am “femme for butch” in that I’m drawn and attracted to butch/masc presenting women (and, I’m discovering, transmasc/non-binary people—my understanding continues to evolve in fun ways). I like ‘em so much I married a super hot butch woman whom I adore. But just as my wife is starving for media depictions of the kind of person she is and wants to be, I almost never get to see my own desire reflected back to me in media. Lesbian representation is still not that common to begin with, and it’s most commonly femme/femme. Butches/transmasc folks are still played for jokes if they’re portrayed at all, and the idea that anyone could find them hot as hell is simply beyond the imagination of mainstream media.

Enter Vico Ortiz.

I’ve become a huge fan of OFMD, and while I love the series and the crew as a whole, Jim is of course a big reason I’ve enjoyed it so much. It’s just so, so rare to see someone who reflects my desire depicted on the screen at all, let alone as a fully fledged person with a sense of humor and needs and a past. Let alone someone who is unapologetically HOT.

I’ve recently started following Vico’s social media because of all the recent post-strike BTS content and I’ve become, well, a little obsessed. The way they smile. The way they move. Their unabashed, confident ownership of their sexiness. The way they celebrate and embody everything I most desire. I have literally never seen all that on a screen before, and I didn’t even know I was starving for it. It reminds me that it’s not weird or abnormal or even that unusual to want who I want; people like Jim/Vico are just objectively and self-evidently hot. It’s affirming as hell to see someone like Vico just being their hot self and being invited to celebrate that with them.

Now I’m gonna go celebrate the glory of butchness and queer masculinity by kissing my sexy butch wife.